This is a song about "Rats"

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

Its the real poke' rap poke a hundred fuckin rats

Indubitably i'm too street

Mud, worms, rats, hmm thats why your dinner's cheap!!

And wonder why i spit ruthless raps to the hopeless rats

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

People are trapped like rats in cages, it snaps and snarls 'em,

Wow, umm, so tyler if you had the chance to tell him something

If skill was a scary basement i'd have rats nibbling

I can see it with my cats eye but you to busy teaching kids that rats die

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

You weak rats relax these tracks i release on the streets